Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
CHAPTER 18 SOMETHING TO HIDE
By late afternoon, Sarah was getting tired of facing her laptop after checking several boutique financial statements and stock items and choosing the type of clothing planned for next week's event.
Staring at the sky, it looks orange tinge decorate the horizon in the western horizon. The view from the balcony is really beautiful.
Sarah got up from her seat and went into the room, checking Raka's state after taking the medicine a few hours ago seemingly not moving from the bed. Raka seemed to be sound asleep, breathing down and up regularly. Her facial hue had returned to normal, no longer as red and swollen as it was at the beginning.
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, not because she was worried about Raka's excessive state but that she was more worried about herself.
If the situation of this man becomes severe because of what he did, he will be confused how to account for it in front of both parents Raka.
Sarah suddenly felt like her stomach wanted something, maybe going down to the kitchen would help her find what to eat. And again shutting yourself in this room from this afternoon, was really boring.
Sarah opened the door slowly. The atmosphere of the house is very quiet. Sarah went down the stairs looking around, completely without anyone.
Sarah walked through the living room and dining room, finally arriving inside the kitchen.
Lucky there were no people, so Sarah felt more free. He is lazy to talk too much pleasantries if someone asks him to talk at times like this.
The refrigerator door opened, took out a box of mango juice and sat on a chair near the closet with tired pias.
His mind floated there and there, his mind still filled with events lately. Then, there was one that bothered her a little, mom and dad had never contacted her after her wedding at all.
Although there was pain due to the pressure that mom put on her to force her to do this marriage but she never grudged over her fate.
Sarah felt she just needed to accept it and get through it until it was all over.
They are still the parents who raised him, who a little bit has also had a hand to deliver it to now.
He was able to stand alone on his feet, not separated from the support of his adoptive parents who had made him mature as he is today.
"Son's sister.." bi Asih's soft voice resuscitated sarah from her daydream.
"Oh, aunt.since when I've been here, I'm sorry I didn't notice the arrival of auntie," Sarah couldn't hide her surprise.
"Auntie who should apologize to Sarah's son, has made Sarah's son surprised." Bi Sarah returned Sarah's smile with a face that was so friendly and pleasant. That old face, so motherly exuded sincere affection.
Somehow, Sarah felt happy when she was near the Asih bi because it reminded her of mbok Yem, a maid in her home who from childhood had taken care of her. Understandably, Sarah and sally grew up in a very close age range, mama is certainly more caring for sally while Sarah's care was handed over to mbok Yem.
But the good Yem, really never made Sarah feel a lack of affection. Mbok Yem took care of her like his own son. Therefore, in a few weeks usually Sarah routinely returned to her parents' house, honestly not because she missed her parents but more because she missed Yem.
"Sir sarah..why? just shut up? angry with aunt? I saw aunt but didn't talk." Bi Asih frowned his forehead half-bending.
Sarah waved her hands in front of her chest with a wide smile.
"Sarah is not angry aunt, just misses someone" replied Sarah hoarsely, suddenly she felt sad.
"Hindu? miss who? Den Raka...?" bi Asih seduces sarah.
"Ah, bibi.masa miss Raka, impossible ah" Sarah sneered in a spoiled style.
"Lho's? how impossible?" Bi asih looked at sarah in half astonishment.
"Yes, impossible bi, longing for people, the person is here" Sarah chuckled, dismissing the sweet aunty's astonishment.
He washed the fruits and put them in a large basin, to arrange them into a fruit container.
"I'm helping you, bi..."
"No, kid, let's just be aunts"
"Sarah help anyway" Sarah took the fruit basin. Follow it into the fruit mat.
Bi Asih looked at the girl in awe, a girl from above who married her young master was really humble and very kind. He does not hesitate to do things that actually may not be touched by girls of their class.
Sarah was also so friendly with the housemaids, as if they had no meaningful distance.
Den Raka is really lucky to get a girl like Sarah as her life partner. In the heart of Asih
"Auntie is very happy, seeing den Raka as much as Sarah, very harmonious and seems to love each other." Bi Asih suddenly made a sound.
Sarah chuckles at hearing that, it seems that bi Asih is really misjudging what kind of relationship is going on between her and Raka.
"Den Raka was lucky to get a wife as beautiful and as good as Sarah. Very lucky.." continued Bi Asih.
"Yes, bi.he should feel lucky" Sarah laughed amusedly at bi Asih's words.
"Yes, son Sarah.den Raka must be very grateful, it looks very dear to Raka like Sarah." bi Asih nodded her head in earnest.
"How's it looking?" Sarah raised her eyebrows.
"Den Raka is the most chatty when it comes to eating, sometimes he goes on hunger strike if there is no meat on the table!" Bi Asih told me with passion.
"Oh, yeah...?!" Sarah glared feeling funny with the Asih bi story, thinking about Raka who is cold and indifferent style it can do such a thing make her amused herself.
"Yeah.bibi does not lie, sometimes Marni must cook twice, while in the same waiting den Raka sitting in the seat of sarah's mother now" continued bi Asih.
Sarah chuckles to hear it, Raka can act like a child.
"But amazingly, this afternoon den Raka did not protest in the slightest with the cuisine of son Sarah. Although all of Nak Sarah's cooking is not meat. Moreover, Den Raka there is a history of childhood allergies, so we never tried to cook for den Raka which is seafood. Looks like, since her love is the same as Sarah's, her allergies are also healed, huh?" Bi Asih smiled hilariously.
Sarah just greeted him with laughter, covering up her guilt for almost making Raka die from her cooking.
"Good people must be good friends too, yes...Nak Sarah is also really lucky to get a husband like den Raka" bi Asih staring at the beautiful face of Sarah who sits facing a small table that is still busy arranging apples.
"What time, Bi?" sarah glanced at bi Asih.
"True to sarah, den Raka is a kind and loving person. She is very affectionate with her parents, her brother. In fact, to us who are just servants in this house. It's just that, good people don't always have good fortune," Bi Asih sighed suddenly sad.
Sarah put the fruit in her hand and momentarily fixated staring at the reaction of the Asih bi.
"Not lucky? Meanin? Raka why?" Sarah looked at bi Asih curiously.
Bi Asih seemed to be aware of what he was talking about, and became misbehaved in the next second. Throwing his face from the full spotlight asked the girl in front of him.
He felt guilty about what he should probably not have said.